The Beauty Of Self-Immolation

Upon a green hill, half swallowed by the dawn

I stand burning brightly

Like a dominating quasar

Scorching the grass around me

You try to extinguish the fire

But my blood fuels the blaze

As the flames turn my body to ash

The wind carries my remains away

Far away to a distant domain

Where the dust that was once a mere human

Reforms into a shining star